God they’ve started growing something in your ribcage right, something shiny behind your lungs, and it’s obvious you’ve been nurturing it quietly as it grows
It’s obvious we’ve lost you to the city of liars and killers and arsonists and thieves, the place where sidewalk cracks puddle with blood on a daily basis, and that makes me worry
You see, the five of us built something from the ground up, and we were unstoppable. We carved ourselves a place out of a nice busy city and then we all looked away and someone holding the keys to a helicopter planted the first seeds with a kiss and we lost you.
You vanished and by the time we found you the seeds had already tangled around your spine and ribcage, and you had started drawing territory lines in bright red.
You met us with five unrivaled monsters lounging behind you and enough weaponry to sink the yacht you brought us to.
Listen it’s not like we’re not proud of you. You proved you can take over cities with a few careful moves. It’s just.
You’re not standing down, okay, you’ve got something overgrown protecting your heart like all the other misfits who stole you. But you’re not moving and if you don’t soon you’re gonna have my crosshair tangled in your suit one day.
Please, for old time’s sake.
My new boss, Namjoon, told me to dress appropriately. Considering I wasn’t even sure what my new job was, it was difficult to know if I would pass his scrutiny. My black pencil skirt fitted nicely, my white blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband. So I hoped I was dressed appropriately. The building of Kim International was as impressive as the man himself, it stood tall and strong in the middle of Buckhead. My heels clicked on the shiny floor as I stepped out of the elevator on level twenty-three. My stomach was a bundle of nerves as I approached the perky young receptionist. “May I help you?” she asked, flashing me a perfect white smile. I had to swallow down the bile rising in my throat. “I’m here to see Namjoon Kim. Today is my first day working here…”
She nodded and gave me a knowing look as she pressed a button on her headset and passed on the announcement of my arrival. With nod her attention returned to me, “Mr. Kim will see you straight away. Please, go on through. And good luck.” Good luck? Did I need luck to get through my first day? Miss Perky gestured to a closed door. Now was my last chance to turn around and run the hell away from there
…But I needed the job and my last encounter with the billionaire had been pleasant, to say the least. I went through the door and took in Namjoon’s office. It was massive, full of classic black furniture and top-to-floor glass windows. I could see the entire city landscape from my position. The chair at the desk swiveled around to reveal Kim Namjoon, still wore the same satisfied smirk he had on the flight from Los Angeles. Amusement sparkled behind his brown eyes. “Ah, Y/N, I’m so glad to see you. Take a seat.”
He stood and buttoned his black suit jacket before standing in front of the window. He looked like a king surveying his kingdom. He probably owned half the city. I sat in the seat he indicated and waited nervously. “Thank you for the opportunity.”
“Sir. I’d like you to call me sir.” It had been less than a minute and he was already ordering me around. I shouldn’t like it as much as I did, but I knew from experience that it was difficult to say no to the man. “Yes, sir,” I replied sweetly. “Good. I’m sure you’re curious about what your job here will entail?” Now that was an understatement. “I certainly am, sir.” The rays from the outside caught Namjoon’s eyes, emphasizing his deep irises. They truly were mesmerizing. Namjoon slid his hands into his pockets, his stance more powerful than ever. An unexpected shiver ran down my spine. I could not wait to see what the position of Director of Office Satisfaction actually entailed.
“Follow me,” he ordered. I stood and trailed after him. We exited his office and he led me down a long corridor. Offices on both sides lined the way, people busy working away everywhere I looked. I wasn’t entirely sure what his empire actually did, but it appeared to be important. Finally we ended up in a small cupboard of a room. Aisles of boxes were packed in tighter than the subway at rush hour. Namjoon gestured to the room at large. “I need you to place the documents inside these boxes in alphabetical order. Once organized, they will need to be scanned into our electronic system. I’m afraid we weren’t so paperless a few years ago so we’ve lagged behind.”
…He wanted me to sort paper? “Are you serious?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. “I am always serious, Y/N.”
“I have a Marketing degree. Surely I can do more than shuffle paper.”
“This is an entry level position,” Namjoon stated. “It is what I would expect from any junior employee. Unless…” I was hanging off his every word. I desperately needed to know where he was going with his unless. “Yes, sir?”
“Unless you wish to take on a more… personal role?”
“It would involve late nights and a very demanding boss.” His eyes were sparkling again and it made my stomach do all kinds of flips. I wasn’t entirely sure what he was suggesting but I was up for it. Whatever he wanted me to do, I would do it. As long as it wasn’t shuffling paper. I didn’t go to college for that shit. “I can handle it,” I assured him. “Very well, then.” He hit the light switch and stepped out of the room. “Take the lift up to the penthouse. You will need this key.” He dropped a key from his pocket into my hand. “Wait there and get yourself comfortable. I will be up when I can.”
And just like that, he was gone again. Namjoon liked making swift exits, which was pretty much the only thing I knew for sure about him. Finding the elevator again was a challenge but I made it eventually. I followed his directions up to the penthouse level. When the lift doors swished open, I was standing in the middle of an apartment. As I walked through the place, taking it all in, I couldn’t help but notice the exquisite detail. Either Namjoon had exceptional interior decorating skills that were lost in his CEO position, or he had an amazing designer. My money would be on the latter.
I ended up in the bedroom, one of the largest rooms in the penthouse. The massive bed stood on the far wall, neatly made with velvet red sheets. My only sexual encounter with Namjoon was in an airplane restroom, I wondered what he would be like in an actual bed? Probably outstanding… Returning to the living room, I remembered my order to make myself at home. Did that mean watching some television? Would I still be paid for lounging around in his private apartment? In the end I decided a drink was in order. Namjoon had a fully stocked bar so I snuck some soju and downed it quickly. The burn blazed a trail down to my stomach.
I got the feeling I was going to need some liquid courage. The elevator pinged, giving me a heart attack as I all but jumped out of my skin. My eyes were glued to the doors as they slid open and Namjoon stepped out. He was breathtaking in his navy suit. He was tall and moved with elegance. His confident stride said he was never unsure about anything. “What do you think?” he asked as he reached me. “It’s very nice.”
“Did you see the bedroom?” My face reddened. Was I supposed to have been snooping? “I had a quick look…”
“I’ve been imagining you sprawled over the bed completely naked since I last saw you.” His gaze pinned me in place, seeing right through any facade I might have been trying to put on. I had to swallow just so I could speak again. “You… you have?”
“You’re an extremely beautiful woman. And there are many things I want to do to you.”
“So you hired me to alphabetize paper?” Namjoon laughed, breaking the sexual tension growing between us. “I was hoping you’d reconsider your career path. I know you’re an extremely intelligent woman, I promise you will be rewarded for your… contribution. While I’m in the city, we can play. When I’m gone, if you want to, you can learn all aspects of running this company.” So he was offering me more than sex.
I have to say, that was the best offer I’d had since graduating. It was also the only one that made me wet. “Your offer is accepted,” I said formally. It felt deliciously wicked speaking of something so naughty like it was a business transaction. Namjoon started closing the gap between us. “Good,” he muttered about a second before pressing his lips onto mine. He pulled me against him as he owned my mouth. My lips opened, letting his tongue in to make sure I gave him complete ownership. By the time he let me go I was breathless and my pussy was wet. If he was even half as good in bed as he was on the airplane, I was going to be in for a real treat. “Go to the bedroom and take off all your clothes, Y/N,” Namjoon instructed. If any of my previous boyfriends had spoken to me like this, I would have slapped some sense into them. But when Namjoon did it, I was ready to do anything he wanted me to do.
He slapped me on the ass as I stepped around him. The sharp sting sent a shudder through me, I hoped there was more of that to follow. It took all my self control not to run to the bedroom. I wanted to rip my clothes off so Namjoon could put his lips and hands all over my skin. I ran the last few steps. My blouse was the first item of clothing to go. I undid the buttons and pulled it off. Next was my skirt, I unzipped it and placed it on a chair. I disposed of my panties last, creating a neat pile of clothes. Completely nude, all I needed was the sexy man and we could get the show on the road.
There were no sounds coming from the apartment so I stood in the middle of the room and waited. Instead of feeling awkward, my pussy was throbbing and begging to be touched. If he didn’t hurry, I was going to start without him. Finally, footsteps padded my way and Namjoon filled the doorway. “Lie on the bed.” I practically hopped on the sheets before lying down. My head rested on the soft pillows so I could still see him watching my every move. He took in a step into the room and pointed to an area over the chest of drawers. “There is a camera here. It is hooked up to my personal surveillance system. Only I can access the feed. I want you to know sometimes I will want to watch you, even if I’m out of town.”
“You want me to stay here?” I asked, slightly confused. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be filmed doing anything, but if Namjoon was the one watching… the thought drove me wild. “You can stay if you like. But what I meant was that I’d like to watch you touching yourself. At times, I’d like you to put on a show for me.” Oh. “I’ve never done that in front of anyone before,” I admitted. “But you do touch yourself.” Never in a million years would I have thought I would be having this conversation with someone. Let alone my boss. “I… take care of business, sometimes. Between boyfriends.”
“Do you use toys?”
“Toys. Vibrators, eggs, or just your fingers?”
“…fingers.” The conversation would have seemed completely inappropriate if I wasn’t naked on his bed. “I’ll get you some toys and you can experiment. You will only be permitted to use them when I am watching. Is that clear?” He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at me. I really wished he was just as nude as me. “Yes, sir.”
“There are more rules we need to go over but they can wait. For now, all I can think about is fucking you hard.”
“Yes, sir.” He pulled at his tie until it loosened and he threw it on the floor. He took his time undressing himself while I itched to help him. I didn’t dare move, it was probably against one of his unspoken rules. Watching him slowly get naked was like watching porn. With each piece of fabric he removed it revealed a hard body that was made for pleasure. He had to work out every day; that kind of body did not happen by accident. His tan skin was perfect, completely unblemished except for a scar that cut through his chest over his heart. I wondered what it was from. He was far too young for heart problems.
He asked as he pulled off his boxers, his penis was just as robust as I remembered it. He crawled on the bed as my body throbbed with anticipation. “You’re so gorgeous, princess.” His hands started on my legs, rubbing them slowly in circles as he made his way up my body. He somehow managed to find every erogenous zone that ever existed on my skin. His gaze moved over my body, making me feel sexier than I ever had before. He revered my skin, touching me like I was a goddess and he was worshipping me. I could take that kind of treatment forever and never tire of it.
Namjoon kissed up my thighs, spreading my legs wide while I was giddy with the thought of what was to come. I wanted him in the sweet spot but didn’t dare to hope he would go down on me. My legs shook with pleasure as he held on to me tightly. His mouth was getting so close to my pussy I could feel his hot breath on my wetness. He was driving me crazy, I was all but ready to beg for him to touch me there. “Y/N,” he moaned. “Your pussy is divine. I’m going to spend hours tasting you, fucking you, and making you scream.”
“Yes,” I managed to stammer. If that’s what he wanted… who was I to argue? His lips grazed my clit lightly, teasing me with a promise of what he was about to do. My hips tried to buck up and demand more but his strong hands held me down. He was the expert of the slow tease. Finally, finally his mouth closed around my clit. I instantly shivered with pleasure. His tongue slid along my pussy, stroking it with long and beautiful movements. He switched it up by sucking on my clit, pulling it so hard into his mouth I almost climaxed with every tug. His hands slid around to cup my ass cheeks. He used his new position to lever me upwards and reposition my hips so I was closer to his face.
Utilizing his new advantage, his tongue slid down my pussy then his tongue fucked me hard. He alternated plunging into me with long strokes along my clit. A fire was kindling in my belly and it wouldn’t be long before it was a full-on blaze. “Come for me, Y/N,” he whispered before putting his mouth back on my pussy. “I want to feel your pussy pulsing around my tongue. Do it,” He plunged back in with purpose, making it clear that I was going to follow his order and he would have no arguments. The orgasm took me hostage as I was lost in the joy singing through me. Every part of my being radiated out from his mouth as he sucked on my most intimate area. Tingles that I never thought possible washed through me like fireworks in the sky.
I never wanted the feeling to stop. Namjoon drew out my orgasm to unreasonable lengths. I came apart under his expert touch and there was nothing I could do about it. He was the one in charge and I was enraptured to give it to him. His mouth left my pussy with a pop, before he smacked his lips together. “You taste like sweet peaches.”
My breathing was still ragged as I fought for some semblance of composure. “Thank you.” He chuckled as he kissed up my belly. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy. Princess.” He bit out as he reached my breast and popped a hard nipple in his mouth. I moaned as he toyed with my nipple between his fingers while his tongue copied the motion on the other breast. His hard erection rested on my belly. He gave my nipple a quick bite before letting it fall from his mouth. “You’re going to ride me, sexy. I’m going to put my cock inside your pussy and you’re going to squeeze me until I pop. Do you understand me?”
“I want to see these tits bounce.”
“Yes, sir.” His body covered mine as he flipped me around so I was on top of him. I had to scramble to get up, remembering my orders. I was looking forward to being on top, being able to bring him as much pleasure as he did me. My hands walked down his beautiful chest until I was sitting on him. His cock pressed into my clit, giving me an idea. I started sliding along his length, rubbing him over me. Little bursts of intense lightning shot out as his hardness stroked my burning lips. Namjoon closed his eyes, lost in the sensation. If I kept going, we were both going to come. I didn’t want that yet, he had to be inside… for both of us.
I forced myself to stop and Namjoon’s eyes opened once again to sear into me. “You feel so good, princess.”
“So do you, sir.” He smirked, knowing full well just how good he felt. I grabbed his cock and positioned him. I took him in slowly, moving up and down slightly so I could draw out his entrance. His cock was just as delicious as it was on the airplane. I grind on him, drawing imaginary circles with my hips so we moved around. Namjoon gripped my hips while never taking his eyes off me. His gaze roamed across my naked skin, making me feel as beautiful as ever. I loved the contrast of our skin as we moved together. “Work for me,” he ordered. The time for going slow was over. I started pounding on him, our skin slapped together. His cock pulsed in and out of me as we moved like animals.
I leaned forward, not only so Namjoon could see my breast better but so I could pull his cock over my clit. Every time I released him, my essence caused his slippery shaft to rub between my lips. I let him out just enough before slamming him back inside me again. Namjoon let out a deep groan from his throat, “Make me come, princess. Now.” I tried to disobey him, wanting to draw our sex session out longer. I loved the feel of him inside, the way he set my skin on fire. I wanted the feeling to never end. But in the end he got his way. The orgasm made me scream before I even realized what was happening.
Namjoon helped my hips continue their bucking until he lost control too. We fell into the blissful abyss and let the waves of desire crash through our bodies. His cock throbbed and exploded in me, hitting all my nerve endings and letting them revel in the fullness. “Namjoon,” I panted through the joy. I needed him to know how grateful I was for this kind of feeling. It was a beautiful moment, connecting us as if we were one. We may have been little more than strangers but actions said much more than words. Our bodies recognized each other like we were always supposed to be like this. Like we were made for this.
My toes curled with the incredible lightning bolts shooting through me. From head to toe, I was nothing but sheer lust and need. My pussy throbbed with the release, convulsing around Namjoon’s cock and making sure it was clear how heightened my pleasure was. The moment continued on like it might never end. I couldn’t imagine a time when I was out of Namjoon’s bed and couldn’t fathom a reason why I would want to be. I’d never felt this way before. Namjoon sat up and pulled me into his arms as the last aftershocks sent a rush of goosebumps over my skin. He rocked me in his lap, whispering in my ear. “We’re going to do that repeatedly. Understand?”
I nodded because I couldn’t find any words to reply. He had stolen all the air out of my lungs, leaving me breathless and shaky. Intense didn’t even begin to describe that orgasm. Namjoon held me like that for a very long time. So long his cock went soft inside me. I still kept him there, greedy to keep the connection to the man. Eventually, we pulled back from one another. But only so far so we could see each other’s face. He looked down between us where we were connected. “You’re so gorgeous,” he started. “I love having my cock inside your pussy. You’re so tight and wet.”
“You make me this way,” I replied. “You’re going to be wet a lot.”
“I hope so.” I leaned over and kissed him, our lips pressed against each other with wonderful pressure. It seemed silly being so chaste after what we’d just done but it felt right at the same time. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you, princess?” The teasing twinkle was back in his eyes. I couldn’t wait to hear what he had in store for me. This was the best job I’d ever had. There’s no way I can explain my feelings for Namjoon, I don’t understand them. “What are you going to do?” I asked coyly. Talking so openly about sex was still new to me. I got the feeling Namjoon was going to be teaching me a lot of things in the near future.
“I’m going to tie you up every which way, for a start. Then I’m going to spank you every time you break a rule. These hard nipples are going to be clamped. Sometimes I’m going to watch you fuck a dildo until you’re primed and ready for me.”
“That’s all?” I asked. He scuffed as a reply, “For the first week, yes.” My stomach flipped with butterflies. I was definitely in good hands with my demanding boss. If he wanted to restrain, spank, and fuck me… I was going to be walking around with a permanent smile etched on my face. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” Namjoon asked, more serious than before. I thought about his question. I’d only known him for a few days. This was the second time I had ever seen him. Did I know enough about the man to trust him? My heart knew the answer: yes. “Yes, I do,” I said with no hint of doubt in my voice.
“Good. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll never leave you without being satisfied unless it’s part of a punishment. We should go over the rules.” The rules. I’d forgotten about them. I nodded for him to continue. “You will be on call twenty-four hours a day, every day. You may stay here or you can keep your own apartment,” he started, like he had a mental list he was reeling off. “You will never say no to me, however you may choose a safe word for our play. If you say the safe word, I will stop. I hope you will never have to use it but it’s important for you to know you can.”
“Yes, sir.” Safe word? I should have been nervous about what that could mean for our future activities but I wasn’t. Instead, the thought made me wet all over again. I wanted Namjoon to fuck me to my limits and forge all new boundaries for me. “You will never question my instructions. You will never discuss our arrangement with anyone. You will obey and be submissive at all times.” He paused. I wasn’t sure if that meant he had covered all his rules or he was waiting for it all to sink in. He obviously didn’t know how impatient I was. “That’s everything, sir?”
“That’s enough, for now.”
“Can I ask you a question?” I waited until he nodded. “Are you a dom? Is that what this is? You’re a dom and you want me to be your submissive? You’re into BDSM?”
“I prefer not to place tags on things,” he replied curtly. “But I suppose if you must, then yes. I like to be in control of all aspects of my life and the bedroom is no exception.” As he talked, his cock started to stiffen inside me again. One thing was clear, he liked his rules. The thought of dominating me and my complete obedience to his orders turned him on. Just talking about it was enough to get him hard. And me, wet. “Those rules are acceptable,” I said.
“Good. Now give me a hand job.” He laughed at my bemused expression. “You made me hard, it’s only fair you rectify the situation so I can get back to work. This is an order, Y/N.”
“Of course.” I slid off Namjoon’s lap as he released his hold on me and his cock pulled out of my pussy. With one hand I cupped his balls, using my fingers to massage them and keep up constant pressure. With my other hand, I gripped his cock and gave it a squeeze. His sharp intake of breath was enough for me to know he enjoyed my touch. He was sopping wet from my essence, making it easy for my hand to slide up and down his cock.
The thick was inviting, way too tempting for me to resist. I popped it in my mouth, giving a long suck and enjoying him between my lips. Thwack. A sharp sting warmed my ass. I almost bit down on his cock with the surprise. Namjoon had spanked me. I quickly pulled back. “I said hand job, Y/N,” he warned. “You’re going to have to earn sucking me off. Hands only for now.” “Yes, sir.” I’m not sure if it was the spanking or the brief taste of his cock but something was making my pussy throb with need. I continued on using only my hands. His cock grew thicker under my touch as he ebbed closer to getting off. I increased my speed, impressed with his size and ability to hold on. Our gaze connected just before he let go. His cock twitched and throbbed as he came. His cum shot from his cock and went all over my breast as I positioned myself closer.
He didn’t order me to take his load but I think he appreciated it anyway. “Do you like seeing yourself all over me?” I grinned.
“I do. You performed exceptionally well.” He let me go and stood up, leaving me on the bed alone as he started gathering his clothes. Disappearing into the adjoining bathroom, he called out to me while cleaning himself up. “I will have lunch delivered up to you here. Once you’ve eaten I want you to stay naked and on the bed. You can watch television or choose a book from the library. You may leave at five.”
“Are you going to watch me on the camera?” I asked. “I have a few meetings but I will check in on you several times.”
“Do you want me to touch myself?” I still wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that. All my inhibitions were on vacation and I hoped they stayed that way. Namjoon made me feel safe and open about everything. “No. You are forbidden from touching yourself today.” “So I just laze around naked?”
“Yes.” I could do that. “Can I take a shower?”
“No. I want you to stay dirty for me, princess.”
“Yes, sir.” He emerged from the bathroom looking impeccable, as usual. “Good work, Y/N. I hope you are enjoying your first day.” He kissed my forehead and left the room. I closed my eyes as I laid back on the bed, sated and satisfied.
your first impression of of the violet flame monster had been
first glimpse you’d gotten of the mysterious owner of the
Undergrounds most exclusive bar had been of a tall, extremely
well dressed monster, who was leaning back casually against an
expensive black granite counter top. He was glancing around the busy
club with a cocky smirk on his face, radiating an aura of power and
confidence, the undisputed king of all he surveyed. His free hand was
wrapped around an elegant crystal tumbler, filled with some sort of
amber liquid which he swirled around in a disinterested manner. You
must have been staring, because when his gaze swept the room and he
noticed you, a new face in his bar, (because of course he knew all
his patrons, knew where all the money came from) he grinned
and lifted the glass towards you in a cheeky salute. Once he was sure
he’d gotten your attention he made a show of exhaling softly over his
drink, a tongue of blue flame snaking out of his mouth and igniting
the alcohol in the glass, which he raised to you once again.
had to admit, you were impressed, and more then a little flustered by
this suave monster.
course, that perfect first impression was ruined when he sauntered
over, opened his mouth…and revealed himself to be a self-centred,
narcissistic, power hungry ass.
Could you make a list of all the arcs so far and a quick summary?
Battle for Trost arc: 5 years after the fall of wall Maria, the colossal titan reappears, smashing the outer gate of Trost district. With the help of Eren Jaegers newfound titan powers, the breach is sealed by the military and humanity’s extinction was prevented.
Female Titan arc: Eren Jaeger is given in the custody of the Survey Corps, which departs on a mission beyond the wall; with the hidden intention of using Eren as bait to lure out an enemy traitor. An intelligent female titan appears, is captured but manages to free herself, leaving the corps defeated and damaged. The people in charge are ordered towards Stohess district, where an operation to identify and capture the female titan is successfully executed.ä
Clash of the titans arc: While the main forces of the Survey Corps discover a conspiracy concerning the walls, a group of titans suddenly appears inside wall Rose, leaving a subsidiary Survey Corps to deal with identification of the threat and evacuation processes. As the main forces of the Survey Corps meet up with the survivors of the other team; the colossal and armored reappear and capture Eren Jaeger. The troops chase after their enemies and successfully rescue Eren at the cost of many lives; and in the midst of battle, Eren demonstrated a new power of unprecedented impact.
Uprising arc: In order to uncover secrets withheld from them, and ensure a stable future for humanity, the Survey Corps plans to overthrow the corrupt monarchy and seize control over the human world; whereas the government is not afraid to use any means necessary to get a hold of Eren for their own, selfish purposes; leaving the Survey Corps to face off against a group of murderous elite military police. Though Eren is captured and almost sacrificed for the plan of the king, the Survey Corps manages to save his life, stop the king who had become a titan, and overthrow the monarchy while staying on the good side of the people, even learning vital secrets about the origins of their world.
Return to Shiganshina arc: The plan to recapture wall Maria, five years in the making, is at last set in motion, with the goal to seal the walls in Shiganshina district, defeating the titan shifting enemies and unlock the secrets hidden in the basement of Grisha Jaeger. The outcome of their confrontation leaves 95% of the Survey Corps dead (including its commander Erwin), yet victory is achieved: the walls are sealed, the armored and beast titans driven off , the colossal titan dead and given to Armin Arlert, and the basement still intact. It reveals the true nature of the titans, how humanity was driven to its corner, and what truly lies beyond the walls, leaving the walled world in an even bleaker and more desperate situation than ever before.
“I missed your face”, you
smile contentedly at Ed. He’s sitting across from you on the other side of the
hot tub. He’d just gotten home yesterday, after months on the road. Work had been
insane for you and you’d not been able to get away to visit him, so this last leg was
the longest you’d gone without seeing each other.
“Missed your face…and
other bits,” he smirks cheekily at you. “C’mere.”
Setting your wine glass
down on the tiles beside the tub, you float over to him, straddling him. Ed pulls
your face down to his, fingers tangling in your hair while his thumbs caress
your cheekbones. He nips gently at your lips before properly kissing you. You
sigh against his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past
your lips. He tastes like the wine you’d been drinking…and like Ed.
You’re settling into the
kiss, pushing your hips down into his lap, trying to get more. It’s been far too
long, and you can’t get enough of the feel of his body against yours. But his
hands are on your hips, lifting you up, not breaking the kiss.
“Trust me, baby,” he says at your sound of protest, angling your hips up a little so that…oh! He’s positioned you so that the water
from one of the tub’s jets is pulsing against your slit.
You’ve got one knee on
either side of one of his legs now, and instinctively your body adjusts to take
full advantage of the jets. A little hum escapes from the back of your throat.
You can feel his erection again the knee that’s between his legs.
“Feel good, baby?” Ed
asks, one hand sliding up your leg and settling on your ass, squeezing gently.
“Mmmm…” you sigh. “Want
to feel you, though, Teddy…”
“Soon enough. I want you
to touch yourself for me. Please, love. I want to see how you cum when I’m not here - thought about it all the time while I was gone.”
Little bubbles popping on the surface of
the water, the low, steady hum of the jets are the only sounds in the room as you comply, pushing your bikini
bottom to the side and letting your fingers lightly drift up and down your slit.
“That’s it…good girl…”
Ed’s voice is low, almost a growl. The hand that isn’t on your ass is slowly
stroking himself as he watches you.
You let your head tilt back, your lips
parting slightly. Your eyes are closed but you can feel his gaze on you, so you
put on a bit of a show for him. Your moans are a little louder, your expressions
that little bit more dramatic, you bite your lip…and you find yourself getting
even more turned on by your little show of exhibitionism.
Sneaking a peak through your thick
eyelashes, you see him, wide-eyed, his mouth agape, and the unmistakable motion
of him stroking his thick shaft through his swim trunks. The tattoos on his chest
are glistening, covered in droplets of water from the steam of the hot tub.
Despite his intentions,
Ed can’t help himself. With a growl low in his throat, both hands now on your
waist, he picks you up. Setting you down on the edge of the tub, he makes
quick work of peeling off your bikini bottoms.
Spreading your legs
wide, he takes a step back and just looks at you. “Fucking love your cunt…so beautiful…” he mutters, almost to
himself, before settling down directly across from you. “Go on then…show me.”
You look directly at him
as you swirl your fingers down through your slick folds,
slipping your ring finger just inside… “Should I use another
finger, Teddy?” You mewl at him.
Ed inhales sharply. “Oh, fuck yes. Yes.”
Then, ‘Tell me how it feels,” he orders.
Using your other hand, nudging your folds
open a bit farther so that he can watch you glisten for him, you sink in both
your middle and ring fingers completely inside your slick opening.
You moan, artfully, in each pause of your
next sentence. “Feels… so good, so wet…just for you, Teddy. So tight.
Full, but not a full as you fill me…”
He looks so fucking good, soaking in the
hot water, the steam rising up from the surface, plastering his curly tendrils
all down around the frame of his face. He’s biting his lip, watching you
through hooded eyes that are so dark blue now they look nearly black.
“You want me to fill up your pretty
“Please…” is all you can get out.
“Then cum for me.” His words make
your core clench, the threatening tone in his voice making it sound like he’ll
never lay a hand on you again unless you come the fuck undone for him right
here, right now, up on this pedestal with his lusty eyes tracing your every
move, like a fucking king surveying his prize. “Want to be able to see
your face and your pussy when you do…”
Your fingers are fucking in and out of
your slick hole, your thumb pushing back up and over your clit, grinding out
little circles in time with your hips undulating…
“Mmmmm,” you hear a quiet moan
fall from his lips.
Ed’s hand has stopped its movement over
his cock, he’s mesmerized, watching your fingers fuck in and out of you and the
way your breasts are rising and falling with each harsh breath.
“Fucking yourself so well for me…just
like that, baby, good girl.” He’s sucking that perfect pink lower lip in
between his teeth, and it makes you think about his lips around your nipples,
biting and sucking just like that.
“More, Teddy…say…more, “ you bite
out. Dirty words coming from that beautiful mouth make turn you on like crazy.
“Do it for me, love. Need to have my cock
in that sweet pussy, but first I need you to show me what I’m missing when I’m
on the road.”
Your fingers pick up speed, your thumb
pressing rougher circles on your clit.
“So wet…I can see ya dripping’ from
here…do you get that wet thinking ‘bout me when I’m gone? Or is it because
I’m watching you, hm? My dirty girl…“
“Yes…both…ungh!” You’re sucking in
breaths, trying to remember how to breathe, when suddenly it hits you. Stars
swim in front of your eyes as your clench around your fingers. You can feel the
wetness dripping into your hand, and you ride out the tiny explosions
ricocheting from your center.
As you come back to your body, Ed is
there, bringing your fingers to his mouth at the same time as he’s pushing into
He groans around your fingers, “So sweet,
so tight” he’s muttering, like he can’t decide what to focus on because your
taste is intoxicating but your pussy is gripping him so tightly that he thinks
he might lose it right then.
“Give me one more, baby…need to feel
you come on m’cock.” Ed groans. “Christ - one more please, love,” he’s begging
you. “Just one more, need…to…feel…” his words pause in time with his
thrusts and you can only mewl in response, still reeling from the orgasm you’d
just given yourself.
Ed can feel himself starting to cum. “Be
good for me…c’mon now…”
“Teddy!” you scream out his name as you
start to clench around him, voice strained.
And then he’s letting go of any semblance
of control that he’d been trying to hold on to, his thrusts getting sloppier
and rougher as he chases his own release, little “Ah, ah, ahs…” falling from his
The feeling of your cunt squeezing him as
you call out his name pushes him over the edge. Ed collapses into you, ginger
head falling against your shoulder as his body sags in relief.
Not sure if being KING OF ALL YOU SURVEY counts as a human job, but this is my cockatiel Boggle in his new home in Canada. We just moved here from the UK (Organising that was… interesting!) and once I was done unpacking I had a lot of cardboard and I saw these flags on cocktail sticks at the dollar store… so now Boggle has his own castle to be King of!
why is it that there is nearly always someone accusing all my favorite characters of being dudebro neckbeard PUA creeps
Snape? entitled Nice Guy
Kylo Ren? whiny white boy with man tears
Sheldon Cooper on steroids, an amped-up version of every neckbeard asshole I knew back in high school and college who thought being male and possessing some semblance of intelligence made him fucking king of all he surveyed.
huh I wonder why this mysterious pattern keeps happening
“I must have misheard you, what did you just say?” Thor asked.
“It cannot be…why are you looking at me like that boy?” Odin was actually slightly fearful of his usually complacent son’s anger filled features.
“You do not get to dictate such things father, whom we love is not capable of being dictated to any being by any other, and you must accept this. Loki loves her, even when he himself cannot fully comprehend it. She is everything he ever wished for, someone who wants and needs him, not for what he should be, but for who he is, faults and all.” Thor spoke firmly, not raising his voice.
Healthy Eights with a 9 wing often have an aura of preternatural calm, like they haven’t had a self-doubt in decades. Take their authority for granted - queen or king of all they survey. May be gentle, kind-hearted, quieter. Often nurturing, protective parents; steady, supportive friends. Informal and unpretentious, patient, laconic, generally somewhat introverted. Sometimes a dry or ironic sense of humor. May have an aura of implicit, simmering anger rather like a sleeping volcano. Slow to erupt but when they do it’s sudden and explosive. When entranced, the 9 wing brings an Eight a kind of callous numbness. They can be oblivious to the force of their anger until after they’ve hurt someone. Calmly dominating, colder; may have an indifference to softer emotions. If very unhealthy, they can be mean without remorse or aggressive in the service of stupid ends. Paranoid plotting, muddled thinking, moral laziness. Can be vengeful in ill-conceived ways, abuse those they love, don’t know when to quit.